Introduction
I've been just over 3 weeks in the 'Nam. Charlies close... well.. hes everywhere.... selling me pineapples and bits of sugary bread on sticks and motorscooter rides and pretty girl massage and and and the list goes on...
Enough of that, I'm writing this for all those folks who love me and want to know whats going on while Simey-Piemy-Slimeys out doing the hard yards volunteer way in Hanoi city. Obviously, some things I'll have to keep a little bit secret so folks dont tie me back to my employers and I get in trouble for dissin' chong Ong chink chinkyface in the Nam, or chardonnay sheryl's sherbet heiffer hump back home.
The weather just got hot. Was cold when I got here.... now its hot 1 week into the wet season hot... hooooOOOoot man. fackn hot. I got full crook from it, too. But I'm well now.... gym experience was interesting.... the sofihotel offered me $15 US for a quick turn on their dinky di hydraulic pump room thing.... I ask if there was a benchpress anywhere and they referred me to a local gym.. Which turned out to be 13,000 VND (about $11 AUS) for a month. .. guess where I work out now.
I got a pad. Single guy stuff... s'ok. More a bout this later. I'll talk about Hanoi a bit.
Its not that big... but fackn packed. REAL packed. C@nts EVERYWHERE Very french very sexy... only no-one local seems to think so, but I'm working on that. Streets are not parallel nor are they perpendicular.... greek mathematics is pure conjecture here... Hanoi is pretty old... not sure HOW old... I'll research it, and we can find out if the Hanoi city planning commitee had the opportuntity for greek philosophers to consult.
So you get lost easy. The streets operate on themes for purchase. Banana street sells bananas. cheap crappy shoe street sells cheap crappy shoes, sheet metal street sells sheet metal products, electrical appliance street sells electrical appliances.
Traffic it mad. No rules. Just get on the road, point the vehicle where you want to go, and dont crash into anything. .. rearview mirrors are not used. Its pretty scary the first time... bit of a walk on coals trick, must have faith... or maybe moses... and the red sea parts.
Signing out for now.
Dinkers.
Enough of that, I'm writing this for all those folks who love me and want to know whats going on while Simey-Piemy-Slimeys out doing the hard yards volunteer way in Hanoi city. Obviously, some things I'll have to keep a little bit secret so folks dont tie me back to my employers and I get in trouble for dissin' chong Ong chink chinkyface in the Nam, or chardonnay sheryl's sherbet heiffer hump back home.
The weather just got hot. Was cold when I got here.... now its hot 1 week into the wet season hot... hooooOOOoot man. fackn hot. I got full crook from it, too. But I'm well now.... gym experience was interesting.... the sofihotel offered me $15 US for a quick turn on their dinky di hydraulic pump room thing.... I ask if there was a benchpress anywhere and they referred me to a local gym.. Which turned out to be 13,000 VND (about $11 AUS) for a month. .. guess where I work out now.
I got a pad. Single guy stuff... s'ok. More a bout this later. I'll talk about Hanoi a bit.
Its not that big... but fackn packed. REAL packed. C@nts EVERYWHERE Very french very sexy... only no-one local seems to think so, but I'm working on that. Streets are not parallel nor are they perpendicular.... greek mathematics is pure conjecture here... Hanoi is pretty old... not sure HOW old... I'll research it, and we can find out if the Hanoi city planning commitee had the opportuntity for greek philosophers to consult.
So you get lost easy. The streets operate on themes for purchase. Banana street sells bananas. cheap crappy shoe street sells cheap crappy shoes, sheet metal street sells sheet metal products, electrical appliance street sells electrical appliances.
Traffic it mad. No rules. Just get on the road, point the vehicle where you want to go, and dont crash into anything. .. rearview mirrors are not used. Its pretty scary the first time... bit of a walk on coals trick, must have faith... or maybe moses... and the red sea parts.
Signing out for now.
Dinkers.
posted by Pseudomys at 12:09 AM
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